As I struggled to craft something profound to say here, two lines from a popular calypso stole into my head, and assumed “squatters’ rights”. Not any part of the song which I deem the unofficial anthem of Trinidad and Tobago’s expats, but two lines:

“Welcome, Welcome One And All To De Land Of Fete

Trini To De Bone, Trini To De Bone”

While not totally applicable as an introduction here, they more than convey my feelings, after all, a master penned them. Don’t you agree?

Let me piggy-back on that brilliant piece of artistry by David Rudder, ably aided by Carl Jacobs:

Welcome to trinispeak.com

This here is my little space to express my thoughts. To tell things the way I see them, sometimes be as provocative as a close friend who would throw verbal hand grenades and run. Then, from the safety of the corner lamp post he would peep to survey the impact.

I am not running though.

This is where I get to be emotional, be that in the form of frustration, anger, happiness, sadness, dotishness, disappointment, whatever. On only one occasion has the emotion been shame.

Of course this little space is just as much your place.

It should be obvious by now that I am clueless of what to say on this page. All I know is I wanted you to feel something, see something besides blog posts when you landed on trinispeak.com.

Now that you are here and have been warmly welcomed by David Rudder and Carl Jacobs, may the Soca music stick in your head, as it does in mine, as you check out our place.

But we know any lime widout the mother of bacchanal is not no lime so how yuh could get left out fuh long? Like ah say, dis is your place too.

My turn to say ‘nice’. All these years and I never turn the word, ‘macco’, arong. I could see it now, Trinis all over de world, peeping through dey jealousies, ducking behind bush, peering from behind lamp post, ‘gnioccam’ people.